In order to resist the surprise attack of the Panzer Corps, ordinary defensive positions must build a strong defensive line consisting of a large number of closely coordinated trenches, barbed wire, anti-tank fire points and anti-tank trenches, and minefields to resist the attack of the Panzer Corps. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and a large number of troops and weapons and equipment must be gathered on the defensive line.

The positions of the US military do not have such conditions. One is that there is not enough time, and the other is that they do not have such experience. And when the steel torrent of the Ming Army broke through the defense lines of the American infantry, the only thing they could count on was their armored forces. Two equally powerful armored forces collided violently.

The U.S. forces were also battered after the end of the previous counterattack against the 2nd Panzer Division, and several Panzer Divisions suffered heavy losses and had to retreat to the port of Bizerte to be replenished and recuperate. Although the supply capacity of the U.S. military is also very strong, it can't be compared with the Ming Dynasty. Several heavily damaged armoured divisions failed to replenish their strength.

The 2nd, 3rd, 7th, and 9th Panzer Divisions of the U.S. Army formed an armored corps and collided with the Ming Dynasty's right attack corps near Heilguelai.

All four divisions had been damaged in previous battles, and even after receiving replenishment, all tanks combined were just over 700. As for the supporting firepower, it is even less, and the total number of guns with a caliber of more than 100 mm is only more than 200.

And the Daming Right Attack Corps directly opposite them had three armored divisions, more than 700 available tanks, and more than 400 supporting artillery. Many of them were powerful self-propelled guns.

Both sides attacked each other almost simultaneously. The Ming army has an advantage in the quality of tanks, especially the powerful Tiger tank, which is almost invincible on the battlefield. They were able to accurately hit American tanks from a distance of kilometers. And being hit by the main gun of the Tiger type, no matter which US tank it is, can only be destroyed. Similarly, the constantly improved Leopard and No. 4 tanks are capable of posing a lethal threat to all types of tanks in the U.S. military.

In addition to tanks, the artillery of the Ming army, especially the self-propelled guns with super mobility ability, exerted great power in the battle.

These 155 mm heavy guns attacked the US tank groups in a cluster manner. Although the probability of a direct hit is low, the violent shock wave and flying shrapnel generated by the explosion of a heavy shell are extremely lethal to the tank.

Many US tanks and vehicles were damaged and broke down in the heavy shelling, and their personnel were killed and injured and lost their combat effectiveness. At the same time, the shelling also disrupted the American front and brought them great confusion.

Among the U.S. troops, only the M26 Pershing can threaten the Ming Tiger tank, but now all armored units are asking for Pershing tanks, and they don't get much replenishment.

Among the hundreds of tanks of the U.S. armored forces, the tall Sherman occupies the main position. However, the Sherman's 76mm gun could not threaten the Tiger, and it did not do much damage to the No. 4 tank, the main force of the Ming army, at too far away. In this case, the commander of the American army ordered the tanks of the armored forces to rush towards the Ming army at full speed at full speed. I hope to get close to the tanks of the Ming army and use the advantages of mobility on my side to defeat the bulky Tiger tanks.

In the process of high-speed charge, the armored forces of the American army paid a heavy price. However, they eventually succeeded in approaching the Ming army.

As the tanks of both sides approached, the battle became even more bitter and bloody, and the tanks were destroyed one by one. There are those of the Ming Dynasty and those of the United States. When fighting in close quarters, almost anyone can penetrate the opponent's armor. The battlefield was littered with burning, smitten, black smoke of destroyed tanks. There are many craters on the ground that have been blown open by shells.

"Huh~~Huh~~" A No. 4 tank of the 39th Armored Division of the Ming Army was penetrated and caught fire, and Corporal He Cunzhong, an armored soldier whose hometown is Deyang, crawled out of his tank and tumbled into a crater on the side.

"Damn it." Looking up at the burning tank next to the crater, He Cunzhong spat out, tears rolling in his eyes. None of his comrades were able to escape from the burning tank. Thinking that his comrades-in-arms who shared life and death with him were buried in the burning iron coffin, He Cunzhong's tears couldn't help but flow.

At this moment, thousands of tanks on both sides of the battlefield are fighting fiercely, and artillery shells and bullets are flying everywhere. He Cunzhong was so anxious when he ran away that he didn't even bring out the Suomi submachine gun. He was not a commander-in-command, nor did he carry a gun. Now all he carries with him is a military dagger.

The armored corpsmen who had lost their tanks were left with only one dagger, and He Cunzhong could do nothing but hide in this crater and watch the fierce air battle in the sky. He can't poke the American tanks with a dagger, right?

Fortunately, despite the fierce battlefield, no one pays attention to an inconspicuous crater. Even if someone sees it, they won't do anything superfluous.

The U.S. military saw that it would not waste time to kill a small soldier, and the Ming army did not have time to rescue when it saw it. In this fierce battlefield, both sides were busy and desperate, and He Cunzhong could only pray that he could survive until the end of the battle, waiting for the rescue troops in the rear to take him away.

'Whoa~~~' Just when He Cunzhong was holding a dagger in both hands and nervously watching the tanks of the two sides coming and going, a US armored soldier suddenly jumped in at some point, which startled He Cunzhong.

The two sides are so close that they can almost reach each other by reaching out. After all, the crater is not big, that is, barely lying down. But the sudden appearance startled both of them. Obviously, the U.S. troops on the opposite side also had to find a hiding place because their tanks were destroyed. But he didn't expect to meet an opponent.

"Yikes!" He Cunzhong, who was still a little stunned, saw the US second lieutenant on the opposite side suddenly bowed his head to touch the pistol on his waist, and suddenly came to his senses. With a loud shout, he raised the dagger in his hand and pounced.

"Bastard!" Soldiers from two different countries began a life-and-death struggle in this small corner of the battlefield. They had been on opposite sides of the world before, and they had never seen each other or even known each other's names. However, now the two who don't know each other have to kill the opposite person in order to survive. The cruelty of war cannot be incomprehensible.

"Die!" He Cunzhong pushed the dagger in his hand to the chest of the US second lieutenant, and the US second lieutenant couldn't care about pulling out his gun, so he grabbed He Cunzhong's hand holding the dagger with both hands, and the two began a life-and-death struggle.

He Cunzhong's stature is ordinary, and it can even be said that he is a little short. There was no way, when the tall and strong joined the army, they were sent to the artillery unit to resist shells. Or went to the infantry units to fight machine guns. Armored soldiers generally choose people who are relatively thin and weak. This is because no matter how big the tank is, the interior space is still limited.

And the American second lieutenant who was pressed to the ground by He Cunzhong was a rare strong and strong figure among armored soldiers, and his body bones looked like he was powerful. Although he was suppressed at first, he soon had to rely on his strength and physical superiority to turn defeat into victory.

Seeing that the sharp tip of the knife was pushed away from the chest of the American second lieutenant little by little, He Cunzhong, whose face was flushed because he was too hard, was anxious. Before he joined the army, he was just an ordinary college student, and he had not studied any martial arts. After enlisting in the army, he received basic training, and he was just an ordinary science man. At this critical juncture of life and death, He Cunzhong's mind suddenly flashed the scene of fighting with people when he was a child. I couldn't care about anything else, and directly bent my knee and slammed into the indescribable part between the legs of the American second lieutenant.

"Whew!!" The man's most lethal vital part was hit hard, and the second lieutenant of the American army, who had gradually regained his disadvantage and was about to turn defeat into victory, suddenly stretched out his neck and let out a terrible howl in his throat that was not like a human being. The sound was so sharp that it was heard in He Cunzhong's ears, and even the sound of guns on the battlefield was muffled.

"Poof!" Because of the heavy blow and instantly lost his strength, the dagger in He Cunzhong's hand was smoothly inserted into the chest of the American second lieutenant. The sharp military dagger pierced through the jacket and uniform, and stabbed hard near the heart. The howling of the American second lieutenant came to an abrupt end. A pair of pale blue eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and he looked at He Cunzhong who was close at hand, and Zhang Zhang wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

"Ha~ha~~" He Cunzhong, who opened his mouth widely, turned over and lay beside the second lieutenant of the US army, panting heavily. The feeling of life and death in the previous moment made him almost collapse. Death is so near, so close that it sends chills down your body.

"Huh?!" A moment later, He Cunzhong suddenly got up as if he had seen a ghost, rolled and hid to the side. His eyes were full of panic as he looked at the second lieutenant of the American army, who should have died. found that the American second lieutenant was not dead yet, and with trembling hands, he took out a white letter stained red with blood from his arms.

"Please, please." The second lieutenant of the US army, whose mouth began to flow blood, looked at He Cunzhong with desperate eyes, held the letter, trembled his hands, and said in pure Chinese, "Help, help me send the letter home." Stained, stained with blood. Make another copy. Just say I love them. ”

"......" He Cunzhong, who had never encountered such a thing, was dumbfounded, and looked at the second lieutenant of the US Army with trembling lips, and was speechless.

"Hello? Feed? A moment later, He Cunzhong came back to his senses and shouted softly, only to find that the second lieutenant of the US army, who still maintained the posture of handing him the letter, had already died, and only the color of death was left in a pair of pale blue eyes.

With trembling hands and holding the letter from home that was stained red with blood, He Cunzhong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt as if something was blocking his heart. Suddenly, he raised his head and roared wildly.

"Ah!!!!!h (To be continued.) )